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He Is Born Again! I Feel Him! The Dragon Takes His First Breath On The Slope Of Dragonmount! He Is Coming! He Is Coming! Light Help Us! Light Help The World! He Lies In The Snow And Cries Like The Thunder! He Burns Like The Sun!

Whatever Can Be Done, Can Be Undone.

All Was Shattered, And All But Memory Lost, And One Memory Above All Others, Of Him Who Brought The Shadow And The Breaking Of The World. And Him They Named Dragon.

Yes...how Else Could Demandred Explain The Skill Of The Enemy General? Only A Man With The Experience Of An Ancient Was So Masterly At The Dance Of Battlefields. At Their Core, Many Battle Tactics Were Simple. Avoid Being Flanked, Meet Heavy Force With Pikes, Infantry With A Well-trained Line, Channelers With Other Channelers. And Yet, The Finesse Of It...the Little Details...these Took Centuries To Master. No Man From This Age Had Lived Long Enough To Learn The Details With Such Care.

A Beautiful Battle Is One You Don't Have To Fight